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Good Morning, My Pretty Little Miss
7 I never will believe another man, County, city nor town,
Unless the gallows was around him tied, And wishing himself safe down.
8 For girls can go to market town, Go dressed so neat and fine,
While me a poor girl must stay at home And rock the cradle and spin.
9 I can sing as lonesome a song As any little bird in the cage.
O sixteen weeks astray have been gone, And scarcely fifteen years of age. |
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